Chapter 1 #5
She knew he’d be demanding, even dominant, so their imaginary sessions always begun with her taking his cock in her mouth.
She’d obediently lick and suck until he lost control and fucked her pussy fast and hard.
His sexual aggression only proved how wild he was to fuck her, claim her, make her his! And she reveled in every demand.
“Damn it, Heather,” he whispered, hips lifting toward her face. “Why did it have to be you?”
His taste intensified as pre-cum spread across her tongue.
She sucked harder, knowing he was close.
He reached down with one hand and squeezed her breast as he thrust well into her throat.
Heather fought back the urge to gag. Her instinctual need to please him made her relax her throat and let him take his pleasure.
He panted helplessly, hips nearly frantic in their movements.
She took his entire length with each demanding thrust and tears trailed down her face.
He fucked her savagely, and she welcomed the frenzy.
Her fantasy blended with a cathartic rush of empathy.
She understood his desperation, his need to regain control.
She’d played a part in his misery. Now her surrender could help him heal.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Oh, fuck.” He yanked his hips back until the tip of his cock rested on the middle of her tongue, then he released his seed in hot spurts.
She kept her lips sealed tightly around him as his shaft jerked and pulsed. Heat cascaded through her body and her clit twitched needfully as his taste filled her mouth.
“Swallow, slave. Suck out every drop.”
She willingly obeyed, licking and sucking until he slowly drew out of her mouth.
“Good girl,” he muttered, giving her nipple a little pinch. He panted softly as he put his cock away and zipped up his jeans.
Their gazes locked and tingling heat cascaded through Heather’s body. His expression was sharp and assessing, yet his posture was relaxed, almost peaceful. She had clearly satisfied his body, but turmoil still raged within his mind.
He suddenly stood and brushed past her. Moving with purposeful speed, he gathered up her clothes and tossed them into the fireplace.
Then he stormed across the room and grabbed an unlabeled bottle.
There was only an inch or so of amber liquid in the bottle and he unceremoniously dumped it on top of her clothing.
The unmistakable smell of liquor filled the room.
Trepidation gripped her gut and a gasp escaped her mouth. She scrambled to her feet. “You’re not going to—”
He set the empty bottle on the mantel and grabbed a box of matches. Scraping the matchhead against the fireplace stones, he ignited the match then tossed it onto her damp clothes.
She lunged for the fireplace, but he caught her around the waist and shifted her back.
Where the fuck had he gotten matches? The question was so irrelevant that she just shook her head. She stood there naked and watched helplessly as her only garments were devoured by hungry flames.
“Why did you do that?” she cried.
“You’re less likely to try something stupid if you’re naked.” He walked to where he’d left his coat and casually put it on.
“You’re leaving?” she blurted before she could restrain her reaction. The strangest combination of hope and fear twisted through her. She welcomed some time alone to sort through her emotions, but what if he never returned?
Then you’ll escape, she insisted silently.
She’d earned some humiliation and discomfort with her actions in the past, but she would not let Patrick break her spirit.
Her gaze swept the cottage as he zipped up his coat.
The main door had simple composite hinges.
The windows were covered with wooden shutters, but each was big enough to crawl through.
Even if they were all locked, it shouldn’t take her long to find a way out of this building.
“There is no point in trying to escape,” he stressed. “Stay inside the cottage.”
She ignored the warning and asked, “How long will you be gone?”
“Until I return,” he sneered. “The only way on or off this mountain is from the air. If you leave the cottage, you’ll freeze to death in the forest, and I’m not finished with you yet.” His burning gaze swept over her body then he turned and left.
She rushed to the door and confirmed that it was locked. But the rest had yet to be determined. She walked over to the bed and tugged the top blanket free. The cottage wasn’t that cold, but she had no desire to walk around naked.
She glanced toward the door then wiggled her bare toes.
The sun had gone down for today, but tomorrow she would fashion some sort of shoes and go see if what Patrick said was accurate.
Was there really no way off this mountaintop without a pair of wings?
If that were true, how had they built this cabin?
Not all the materials present in this place were found on top of the mountain.
She didn’t want to freeze in the forest, but she wasn’t going to accept imprisonment passively either.
The first step in any escape plan was gathering information.
She would start by inspecting the cottage, determining if there were tools or materials she could use.
Then tomorrow she would look around outside.
Unfortunately, she was pretty sure that her captivity had just begun.